It sounds to him like her mother's voice,
Singing in Paradise;
He needs must think of her once more,
How in the grave she lies;
And with his hard, rough hand he wipes
A tear out of his eyes.
I wish, instead of merely printing these simple words, I could breathe
them out to you, as some great tenor or baritone like Sims Reeves or
Santley sings them--there is such a world of human life and feeling
hidden there, ready to spring forth with the touch of sympathetic
sounds!
NOTHING BECOMES A YOUNG MAN SO MUCH
as a respectful demeanor toward a reverend man. Nothing lowers a man so
much as flippant speech concerning his elders. The young man with the
most dignity has the most deference for age. He takes sincere delight in
bowing before ripe years and wisdom. Alas! how sad that ever age should
come to one who is not fitted for its honors!
I have known a son to thwart every dream of his father. I have seen the
parent, struggling with adversity, yet succeed in opening before the
child a career of honor and comfort; and I have seen the son clutch
those opportunities as a highwayman seizes upon the wayfarer, and
throttle them in the dust and ashes of failure and disgrace.
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